[ Fuckshitballs. The way Connie reacts has Fjord realise how it must look — a scowl at the mention of a name — and he forces it away, hands waving in front of him as he crouches down to be of a better height. Less intimidating (as he inwardly scrambles to get his shit together). ]

Connie — It's okay, I was Molly's friend. It's just that, well — [ Molly is rotting in the dirt that Caduceus told to remember him ] — I didn't expect to ever see him again. Molly was very dear to everyone he knew.

[ Still doesn't think he can see him, this must be a trick; there's too much of the horror of Obann's undead minions being summoned, too much he's seen of Yasha being mind-controlled, to make Fjord immediately hopeful, instead fearing the worst. ]

Are you saying you've seen him here, walking around?

[ If someone is wearing Molly's face as a disguise, Fjord inwardly swears to rip their head off without the help of a Barlgura. ]